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The West Street Coven The Maryland Chronicles, Part I by Marc Dalesandro 1 Tiffany Walsh sat dejectedly on the rough metal bench of her jail cell. Long blonde hair, tangled and dirty, hung in front of her eyes, and her robe was tattered and torn in several places. She was exhausted.…

The Ghostbreakers: A Darkness at Gossedale Manor Dr. Johan Spence moved through the gloom, slowly approaching the massive, winding staircase at the heard of Gossedale Manor. The air was thick with disturbed dust and hanging cobwebs, but his ecto-goggles allowed Spence a clear view of the hideous thing at the top of the stairs. The…

‘Suzanne’ Horror-ish story from 2002. ******* Hello, my name is Dennis Crane. No, I was never called “Dennis the menace”, not even when I was younger. I am XX years old now, and believe me, I’ve reached that age more through blind, dumb luck than anything else. I often wonder how much more…

‘Beaches’ Intended as action-oriented, humorous SF. An odd idea from late 2001. ******* Charles Lambert reclined in his beach-chair, digging his feet deeper into the warm white sand. His blond hair blew slightly in the gentle breeze. Blue eyes scanned the endless waves before him, searching for nothing in particular. He turned his head, once…

‘The Vale’ Straight fantasy from 2000. ******* It is a dark time for the land of Eldebor. The treaty of Birn still holds, halting the long wars with the northmen of Haruud, and the war with Cryden has just come to a close with the assassination of Borgon the Red. Nevertheless, a deadly new mance…

‘Kinevon’ A fantasy/science-fiction mixture begun in 1998. ******* Prince Aren LiCarrock forced his great dragon, Xastu, higher and higher, attempting to get clear of the fierce melee raging in the skies over Kinevon. The enormous, leathery wings of the green beast beat powerfully as its rider urged it to greater altitudes than it had…

‘War’ A science-fiction story fragment I wrote in 1998. ******* Jacobi saw the devil coming just in time. He threw his four-racer into a desperate spin and pivoted the ion cannons to his rear. The comp was flashing frantic red warnings at him as the G-forces built; he ignored it, switching fire control…